The New Year's Gift and Juvenile Souvenir1829 |
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... mother would have considered such a procedure death to her child . In this mise- rable condition , Manuel was only removed from the savage to be bound by him to a tree , whilst by de- grees the rest of the party came up , bringing Don ...
... mother would have considered such a procedure death to her child . In this mise- rable condition , Manuel was only removed from the savage to be bound by him to a tree , whilst by de- grees the rest of the party came up , bringing Don ...
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... mother . He contrived , with leaves and wood , to make little toys and whistles , by which the child was pleased ; yet he always kept silence , as much as possible , when the master of the hut was within , well knowing his taciturn ...
... mother . He contrived , with leaves and wood , to make little toys and whistles , by which the child was pleased ; yet he always kept silence , as much as possible , when the master of the hut was within , well knowing his taciturn ...
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... mother of some remedies , which he remembered as being useful to his sister , and offered to prepare them as well as he was able . As the Indians give all white people credit for much knowledge of diseases , he was readily listened to ...
... mother of some remedies , which he remembered as being useful to his sister , and offered to prepare them as well as he was able . As the Indians give all white people credit for much knowledge of diseases , he was readily listened to ...
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... mother , from her extreme sorrow for his loss , was a complete invalid ; that she had buried his little brother , and with his father had determined to quit for ever a country which had been to them so unfortunate . Although poor Manuel ...
... mother , from her extreme sorrow for his loss , was a complete invalid ; that she had buried his little brother , and with his father had determined to quit for ever a country which had been to them so unfortunate . Although poor Manuel ...
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one who reads this faithful story , when he next gives his own beloved mother a good - night kiss , will lift up his heart in thankfulness to his Heavenly Father , not only for the blessings which surround himself , but for the ...
one who reads this faithful story , when he next gives his own beloved mother a good - night kiss , will lift up his heart in thankfulness to his Heavenly Father , not only for the blessings which surround himself , but for the ...
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Página 52 - Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by: With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, — Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue; Thinking only of her crested head— poor foolish thing! At last, Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast. He...
Página 51 - Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing ; Your robes are green and purple — there's a crest upon your head ; Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead...
Página 53 - At last, Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast. He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den Within his little parlor — but she ne'er came out again! And now, dear little children, who may this story read, To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed; Unto an evil counsellor close heart, and ear, and eye, And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.
Página 51 - Sweet creature," said the spider, "You're witty and you're wise; How handsome are your gauzy wings, How brilliant are your eyes. I have a little looking-glass Upon my parlor shelf; If you'll step in one moment, dear, You shall behold yourself." "I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "For what you're pleased to say, And bidding you good morning, now, I'll call another day.
Página 50 - I do To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you? I have, within my pantry, Good store of all that's nice; I'm sure you're very welcome — Will you please to take a slice?" "O no, no," said the little fly, "Kind sir, that cannot be; I've heard what's in your pantry, And I do not wish to see.
Página 162 - I am lodged in a house that affords me conveniences and comforts which even a king could not command some centuries ago. There are ships crossing the seas in every direction, to bring what is useful to me from all parts of the earth.
Página 51 - said the Spider, ' you're witty and you're wise ; How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes ! I have a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf, If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself.' ' I thank you, gentle sir,' she said, ' for what you're pleased to say, And bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day.
Página 29 - And has he left his birds and flowers; And must I call in vain? And through the long, long summer hours, Will he not come again? " And by the brook and in the glade Are all our wanderings o'er? Oh ! while my brother with me play'd, Would I had loved him more !
Página 49 - Oh, no, no," said the little fly, " to ask me is in vain, For who goes up your winding stair, can ne'er come down again.